Last night's midwife appointment went well: blood pressure is low, iron count is high, weight is the same. Baby is still alive and kicking with an average heartbeat & average measurement. I'm still dilated to 2...it could still be as early as today or as late as 3 weeks from now. I'm just waiting.
I finished all of my freezer cooking, though I might continue to add to it as I go.
My dishes are clean, and my laundry isn't mountainous.
The cradle is set up, and the birth pool is inflated but not filled.
Oh, and yesterday I decided on the post-birth meal! I'm going to do a crock pot potato chowder with diced ham and some corn added in. The recipe has good reviews--and rightfully so, because it is not low fat in the least! I'll let you know how it goes : )
I feel a little bad saying that I'm impatient. I have a pretty good time being pregnant, I think--I actually like it. And with all that I wanted to get done before the babe came out, I should be happy to have more time. But for about the past week I've been ready.
I'm ready to start trying to get my body back to normal.
I'm ready to meet this child--what color hair will it have? What is the gender?! etc.
I'm ready to just suck it up and deal with Chick constantly wanting to hold the baby & all the random changes that we'll have with her.
I'm ready (and excited) for the birth. Hard, yes, but such a thrilling thing. Last time, due to hypertension, I had to stay in bed for almost the entire time (except for 1 hour in the birth tub when I dilated from 5 to 10)...this time I should be fine being more vertical and moving as I'd like. I really can't wait! (I know I'm weird).
But I'm just waiting.
Probably in an hour I'll be happy to not be dealing with a baby. I won't bother posting when such a swing in opinion occurs--just assume that it'll happen!